i’m back at my family’s home in boston from pittsburgh, where a box of wine never left my side for long (advantage of letting one’s driving skills lapse in favor of bicycling - never being the designated driver). bota box, it’s no franzia.  i managed my new year’s hangover well enough to run around in the hills on a balmy 40 degree day. i’m obsessed with hill running for this week. philly is not hilly ‘round where i live. i make do by running across the schuylkill river bridges. 

despite being with my friends (old friends, the kind that i insist tolerate my compulsive reading), i’ve read four books since i received my kindle last wednesday night - 1Q84, Embassytown, Boomerang, and Blue Nights. i didn’t like blue nights much - with its three year old daughter eating caviar and dusty name-dropping - until i thought about it and decided that even if i didn’t much like what she wrote about, how she wrote about it was just how i might write a biography. i don’t know i can sit through another of the 10 didions on my reading device though. what other books should i read?